I used to have a lot of dreams where I could fly. They were always my favorite dreams! I was either a dragon or a human with dragon features such as wings (like you see in my artwork here) and I could FLY. I have very realistic dreams and I could feel my muscles working to lift me, the wind rushing past me as I soared. I could smell the grass on the breeze, or the rain in a forest as I flew over it. Flying is freedom, and I have always chased that feeling in the real world. Sadly, as I grew older, and the world broke me down, those dreams got less and less frequent and eventually I couldn’t fly at all. Sometimes I would have dreams where I wanted to fly but my wings wouldn’t work, I couldn’t get off the ground or if I did my wings were unsteady and I was afraid so I came back down. I gave up my freedom.. Because I was afraid.
As I push forward on this path I feel like I am standing at the edge of a cliff. The world before me is dark and uncertain. I can’t see the ground or another area of land anywhere in front of me, only behind. And what is behind is dead and barren, a dusty surface devoid of any life. The ground is solid, but there is nothing for me here. I am standing on the edge and I want to fly. The unknown is dark and even foreboding, but I can hear something calling me, and I can feel the wind beckoning. The sky is so open and inviting. I haven’t flown in so long and I am afraid my wings won’t be strong enough…
But I do so want to fly again…
Escaping The States 
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